Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Morocco and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Walker Brothers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
The Last Poets,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stiv Bators,
Das Ding,
Scientists,
Eve St. Jones,
Colin Newman,
Cluster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Near,
Donny Hathaway,
Joe Smooth,
Echospace,
The Remains,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Martian,
Funky Four + One,
Albert Ayler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Simply Red,
Brass Construction,
Public Enemy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
PIL,
Rites of Spring,
Lyres,
UT,
David McCallum,
R.M.O.,
The Gladiators,
Hardrive,
Idris Muhammad,
DJ Sneak,
June of 44,
the Swans,
Quadrant,
Frankie Knuckles,
KRS-One,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harmonia,
Little Man,
Bluetip,
Lindisfarne,
In Retrospect,
The Cramps,
The Seeds,
Animal Collective,
Aswad,
Darondo,
Scan 7,
Erykah Badu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bang On A Can,
Pere Ubu,
The Pretty Things,
Eric Dolphy,
Audionom,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Smiths,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.